mankee see and mankee dew

I feel lake a traned mankee on a leesh who has gotten to jump how hi and right brag after brag after brag as a weigh to sing forn mine supper, as they lake to say.

Mine lard tha sole feels weery to have to do as they say not as they do. It tires me and saddens mine hart. We need sum justiss now. Hoomans wok around lake they own tha joint and git evreethang forn free. Brids and bees ken wander freely searching thru tha remnints of hooman rekedge. I see tha brids in tha perk, bathing in wan dirty oil puddle. I see tha bees serching forn a few flours. I see mineself in mine mind aye, tied up, locked up, yerning to ran threw tha prairies singing a dag's yodel.

yoodel dee la yodel dah. yip yip yipee. wan date tha dags will wok free agin.

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